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male hashiras and their wedding vows

includes: Giyu Tomioka • Kyojuro Rengoku • Tengen Uzui • Sanemi Shinazugawa • Gyomei Himejima • Obanai Iguro •

Giyu Tomioka

“I have never been skilled with words. Most of my life has been spent in silence. But standing here with you, I find that silence is no longer enough for me.

I vow to protect you. Not only from the dangers of this cruel world, but from the weight of any ordinary day. I will stand between you and whatever seeks to harm the peace you carry. I will not always know the right thing to say, but I will always be present. When you reach for me in the dark, my hand will already be there.

I vow to remember the way you look in this very moment and to carry that singular image through every battle, every long night, every quiet morning that follows. You have given me something I never expected to hold: a reason to return, a reason to rest, a reason to believe that stillness can be shared.

I cannot promise perfection. But I will promise that I will always be here. I promise that my quiet will never become distance, and that my strength will always be yours to lean on. From this day forward, you are my home. And I will guard that home with everything I have.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

“From the moment I first saw you, my heart finally knew a fire brighter than any I had ever commanded. Today, standing before you, that fire burns clearer than ever.

I vow to protect your bright smile with the full force of my spirit and strength. I will stand beside you through every storm and every sunrise, through victory and through the quiet hours when the world feels heavy. I will never let the light in your eyes dim while I still draw breath. Should darkness come, I will meet it with everything I have so that you may continue to walk in brightness.

I vow to live with passion for us both; to celebrate every small joy, to laugh loudly, to love fiercely, and to remind you each day how deeply you are cherished. You are the most magnificent person I have ever met.

I promise that my strength will always be shared with you, that my courage will protect our life together, and that my heart will remain open and burning for you alone. From this day until my last, I am yours completely. Let us walk forward with heads high and hearts full. Set your heart ablaze, my love, and know that my love burns only for you.”

Tengen Uzui

“I’ve lived a flashy life, definitely. And I’ve fought many battles in different flashy ways. I’ve loved with everything I have and am. But nothing, and I mean, nothing has ever been as dazzling as the sight of you walking toward me today.

I vow to make our life together the most spectacular life the world has ever seen. I will spoil you shamelessly, I will protect you fiercely, and I will remind you every single day that you are the rarest treasure I have ever claimed. When the world tries to dim your light, I will stand in front of it and make damn sure it remembers who you belong to.

I vow to keep our days bright, our nights unforgettable, and our future unapologetically extravagant. You deserve more than ordinary. You deserve brilliance. And I intend to give it to you in every way I know how. I will fight for you, I will laugh with you, and I will hold you like the most precious thing in existence because that is exactly what you are.

From this day forward, the only performance that matters is the one we write together. You are my equal, my partner, my greatest pride. And I will spend the rest of my life making sure the entire world knows it.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“I’m not great with soft words. Never have been. Most of what I know is blood, scars, and the fighting lifestyle I’ve grown up with. But I’m standing here anyway, just because of you.

I vow to protect you with everything I have left. I will cut down anything that tries to take you from me. I will stand between you and this world’s ugliness, even if it means becoming uglier myself. You walked toward me looking like something pure, something I still don’t understand how I was allowed to keep. I won’t waste that.

I vow to stay by your side. Even when my temper rises. Even when old wounds ache. Even when I don’t know how to be gentle. I will learn just for you. I will fight the parts of myself that want to push you away, because losing you would destroy me more thoroughly than any demon ever could.

You are mine now. That means I am yours too. I may never say nice things easily, but I will prove it to you every day. I will come home to you. I will keep you safe. And if the world ever tries to take this from us, I will end it.”

Gyomei Himejima

“I have spent my life in prayer, in discipline, and in the quiet acceptance of loss. Yet nothing could have prepared me for the blessing of your presence.

I vow to protect the life we now share with the full strength of my body and the full devotion of my spirit. Though I cannot see the ethereal beauty others speak of today, I feel it in every step you take and in the peace that settles around you. You are a light I never expected to receive, and I will guard it with everything I have.

I vow to be your shelter. When the world grows heavy, you can lean on me. When sorrow comes, let me carry what I can. I will pray for our days together, for your health, and for the quiet happiness that has taken root between us.

From this day forward, my strength belongs to only you. My silence will be a place of rest rather than distance. My tears, when they fall, will be tears of gratitude for the gift of your hand in mine. I swear upon all that I hold sacred that I will love you, protect you, and walk beside you until my final breath.”

Obanai Iguro

“I have spent most of my life believing I was unworthy of softness or of someone looking at me without fear or pity. Then you walked toward me today looking ethereal, and chose me.

I vow to protect that choice with everything I have. I will keep you safe, I will remain by your side even when my own nature makes it difficult, and I will fight the parts of myself that still whisper I do not deserve this. Because you decided that I do deserve this, and your judgment is the only one that matters now.

I vow to stay by your side. Not out of obligation, but because the thought of a life without you is utterly unacceptable. You are the one pure thing I have been allowed to hold onto. I will not let the world take that away. I will not let my own darkness reach you. If anything or anyone tries to take this from us, I will end that conflict without hesitation.

You are mine. I am yours. I may never be gentle in the way others are, but I will be by your side, in body and in spirit. I will be yours until the last breath leaves my body. And I will make it certain that that breath is spent protecting the life we begin today.”

I fricking love thinking and writing about this idc it makes my tummy do the thing having men be vunerable for liiiike two secs yummy 😋

[k1yooo]

hate-fucking sanemi shinazugawa

warnings ❥ rough sex • verbal degradation • mild breathplay • power imbalance • explicit, power imbalance • p in v • Sanemi and Y/N both pricks in this lwk • fingering

MDNI | +18

You hated him.

And he hated you right back with zero interest in pretending otherwise.

Sanemi had you pinned to the wall of an abandoned safehouse, forearm across your collarbone, his mouth twisted into that familiar snarl. Your uniform was half-torn, one breast already marked by his teeth, while your pants were shoved down to your thighs. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum against your lower abdomen, and the look in his eyes said he was two seconds from burying it in you just to shut you up.

"Still running that mouth even when you're dripping for my dick," he growled. "Fuckin' brat."

You grit your teeth, voice kept low and vicious. "Says the man who cant even keep his dick in his pants around someone he claims he despises. What's the matter, Shinazugawa? Fucking me because you hate me is the only way you know how to deal with me?"

Something dangerous in his eyes flashed. "Keep talkin', little bitch. See where that gets you."

"Make me shut up then, bastard," you muttered.

That was all it took.

He spun you hard, shoved you chest first into the wall while yanking your hips back. Two rough fingers shoved between your legs, finding you soaked. He barked a short, ugly laugh.

"Well, would you look at that. Pussy's already desperate for someone you cant stand the sight of. Pathetic."

You twisted your head, glaring over your shoulder. "And for someone who despises me, your fingers didn't have a hard time finding it. Who's pathetic now, pet?"

The nickname landed like a slap. His expression darkened. He pulled his fingers free, lined his cock up with your entrance, and slammed into you in one thrust that took the air straight from your lungs.

"Don't ever call me that again," he snarled against your ear, hips snapping forward. "You're not cute. You're not sweet. You're a fuckin' nuisance who keeps getting under my skin."

You clenched around him on purpose, your voice was breathless but it was still sharp. "And yet here you are, balls deep in said nuisance. What does that make you, Sanemi? Desperate?"

He growled and bit down on the side of your neck, hard enough to break skin. One hand reached down to roughly work your clit while the other stayed braced beside your head.

"Just shut up and take it, brat."

"Again, try and make me shut up this time. Pathetic asshole"

He fucked you harder for that, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the empty room. You met his every thrust just as aggressively.

"Fuckin' hate how good you feel," he muttered to himself. "Hate how tight this pussy gets when you're pissed at me. Hate that I can't fuckin' stop."

You laughed, breathless and mean. "Poor little wind hashira. Forced to fuck the one person who hates his stupid scarred ass. Must be so difficult."

He yanked your head back by your hair, forcing you to look at him sideways. "Call me 'little' again and I'll fuck you until you can't walk straight for a week, you mouthy little slut."

"Promise?" you shot back, lips curved into a smirk. "Or you all talk again, Sanemi?"

Something snapped in him. He pulled out long enough to spin you, lift one of your thighs, and drive back in deeper. The new angle made your vision whiten. His hand closed around your throat while his other hand rubbing circles on your clit.

"C'mon, cum on my cock like the stubborn bitch you are," he ordered. "Do it, now."

You tried to hold it out just to spite him, but you failed miserably. The orgasm ripped through you hard, your walls clamping down on his cock, a broken sound tearing out of your throat. Sanemi didn't slow, he fucked you through your orgasm, watching every twitch of your face with something dark and hungry.

"That's it.. good girl," he gritted out, the praise was twistsed and mocking. "Look at you, cumming all over a dick you claim to hate. Fuckin' perfect."

You dragged your nails down his scarred back, hard enough to leave red lines. "Oh, don't you dare start with the pet names, you hypocritical bastard."

He laughed against your mouth as he kissed you like he was trying to hurt you. When he pulled away his hips never stuttered.

“I’ll call you whatever I want while I’m balls deep in this pussy.” His thrusts turned sharper, more desperate. “I fuckin’ hate you. Hate how good you take me. Hate that I’m gonna fill you up and still want to do it again.”

You clenched around him deliberately, voice low and taunting even as another orgasm built. “Then do it, Shinazugawa. Fill me up. Mark the nuisance. Prove how much you hate me.”

That did it.

Sanemi slammed in one last time and came with a low, guttural moan against your neck, pulsing hot and thick inside you. His hand stayed on your throat the whole time, grip flexing as he rode it out.

For a long moment neither of you moved.

Then he pulled free, stepped back, and looked at the mess he’d made of you. A torn uniform, bite marks, his cum running down your thigh, he looked up and down with an expression that was pure contempt mixed with something darker.

“Clean yourself up, brat,” he said, voice still rough. “Next time you mouth off like that I’m bending you over the first flat surface I find and making it worse.”

You tugged your clothes back into place with shaking hands, meeting his eyes without flinching.

“Looking forward to it.”

Sanemi’s jaw ticked. He turned toward the door, but not before throwing one last look over his shoulder. “Watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” he muttered. “Or I really will ruin you.”

The door shut behind him You stayed against the wall a moment longer, sore, and still burning with the same mutual hatred as before.

Except now the hatred between you had a new flavor.

And you both knew you’d be back for a taste of more.

[haziieeee]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're currently accepting requests, but if you are, can you do a comedic, fluffy oneshot where Sanemi tries (but cutely fails) so hard to cook and prepare food for his sick wife? Thank you 😘

SECRET RECIPE ! 》 S.sanemi

"Shitt..."

You groan. Your eyes spin. The room tilts. You try to stand, but your legs feel like wet noodles. Hunger gnaws at your stomach, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from your skin. You need the kitchen.

Sanemi left for a mission last night. He isn't home yet. You don't want to bother him. He'll be exhausted. Besides, the man cannot cook.

You remember the day he confessed it. He wouldn't look you in the eye. His face turned a shade of red that matched his scars. You laughed until you couldn't breathe. The Wind Hashira, the most feared man in the Corps, was defeated by a frying pan.

Your world spins again. You touch your neck. You are burning.

The front door slams open. Heavy boots stomp across the floor.

"I'm back."

Sanemi's voice booms. He rounds the corner and stops dead. He sees you leaning against the wall, swaying. His eyes widen. He is across the room in a blur, his hand slamming onto your forehead.

"You're burning,"

"I'm hungry," you mutter.

"Hungry? You can barely stand."

"I tried to go to the kitchen."

Sanemi's expression shifts from panic to sheer frustration. He grips your shoulders.

"Why the hell didn't you stay in bed? You're sick as a dog!"

"I wanted food."

"I'll make you something."

You blink. You look at him.

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"You can't cook, Sanemi."

He recoils as if you stabbed him. His brow furrows.

"I can learn, I'm a Hashira. I master breathing styles in weeks, you think I can't handle a pot of porridge?"

"Just call Mitsuri. She'll come over and make something delicious."

Sanemi's face twists.

"I am not calling the Love Hashira to do my job, I'm your husband. I can take care of my own wife!"

He doesn't give you a choice. He scoops you up. You lean into his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. He carries you back to the bedroom and dumps you onto the mattress.

"Stay. Don't move. Don't even think about moving."

"You're going to burn the house down."

"Shut up. Just sleep!"

He slams the door.

In the kitchen, Sanemi stares at the stove.

"What the fuck do I even do first?"

He curses. He looks at the ingredients. Rice. Water. Salt. Simple. He can do this. He cannot fail this. You look miserable, and the thought makes his chest tighten. He wants to be the perfect husband. He wants to provide.

He dumps a massive amount of rice into the pot. He doesn't measure the water. He just pours.

"More water. It needs to be soft."

He turns the heat to the maximum. He figures more heat means faster food. He walks away for two minutes to find a bowl.

A loud, violent hiss echoes through the house.

Sanemi sprints back. Water is boiling over, spraying across the burner. The rice is sticking to the bottom. A burnt smell begins to fill the air.

"Dammit! Why is it doing that?"

He grabs a spoon and stirs aggressively. He doesn't stir; he attacks the rice. He pushes it against the side of the pot with enough force to dent metal.

"Come on, stay soft."

He decides it needs flavor. He finds a bottle of something in the cupboard. He doesn't read the label. He pours a generous amount in.

"There. Now it's fancy."

You hear the commotion from the bedroom. You hear the shouting. You hear something shatter. Curiosity outweighs your fever. You drag yourself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders.

You shuffle into the kitchen.

Sanemi is standing over the pot. He has a smudge of flour on his cheek. His hair is even more chaotic than usual. He looks like he just fought a demon and lost. The "fancy" ingredient was actually a concentrated fish sauce. The smell is pungent.

You stare at the pot. Then you look at him.

"What is that?"

Sanemi jumps. He tries to block your view of the disaster.

"It's... it's dinner. Go back to bed."

"It smells like a harbor at low tide."

"It's a specialized recipe,"

You look at his face. He is blushing. His jaw is set, but his eyes are pleading. He tried so hard. He looks so ridiculous.

Cute. You want to squeeze him. You want to bite his arm. You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

"You're so cute,"

Sanemi freezes. His arms hover in the air.

"I'm not cute!"

"You're a little chef who can't boil water!"

"Stop it! I was trying to be romantic!"

"Romantic? You almost summoned a fire demon in our kitchen!"

He sighs, the tension leaving his shoulders. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight. He rests his chin on top of your head.

"I just wanted you to feel better."

"I feel better seeing you fail this badly."

"You're a brat."

"And you're a terrible cook."

He lets out a huff that sounds like a laugh. He pulls back, looking at the charred remains of the rice.

"Fine. You win. Tell me what to do."

"First, throw that garbage away."

"Hey! I put effort into that!"

"Sanemi. Throw it away."

He grumbles but dumps the pot into the bin.

"Now, start over. Low heat. Measure the water."

You lean against the counter, watching him. You guide him through every step.

"Not that much salt! Stop! Put the spoon down!"

"Why is this harder than killing an Upper Moon?"

"Because you can't scream at the rice to make it cook faster."

"I can't believe I'm taking orders from a sick person."

"You love it."

He doesn't deny it. He follows your instructions with an intensity that is completely unnecessary for porridge. He treats the stirring process like a high-stakes mission. He focuses on the bubbles, his expression grim and determined.

"Is it done yet?"

"Almost. Just a bit more."

He looks at you. His gaze softens. The aggression vanishes, replaced by a raw vulnerability.

"You really okay? Your face is still red."

"I'm fine. Just hungry."

He reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. His hand is rough, calloused, but his touch is incredibly gentle.

"I'm sorry I'm useless at this."

"You're not useless. You're just... specialized."

"Specialized in what? Burning things?"

"In loving me."

Sanemi looks away quickly, but you see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He scoops the porridge into a bowl. It actually looks edible this time.

"Here. Eat."

He leads you back to the bed, sitting beside you. He holds the spoon up to your mouth.

"I can feed myself."

"Shut up and eat."

You take a bite. It's a bit bland, but it's warm. It's the best thing you've ever tasted because he didn't burn it.

"It's good," you whisper.

Sanemi beams. It is a rare, genuine smile that reaches his eyes.

"See? I told you I could do it."

"I helped you."

"Details. I'm the one who did the heavy lifting."

"You stirred a pot, Sanemi."

"It was a very heavy pot!"

You laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. The fever is still there, but the chill is gone. He pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucking you in with a precision that borders on obsession.

"Sleep now. I'll be right here."

"Promise?"

"I'm not going anywhere. If you wake up hungry again, I'll... I'll figure out how to make toast."

"Please don't."

"Too late! I'm already planning the menu!"

You close your eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing. He is loud, abrasive, and completely incapable of basic culinary tasks. But as he kisses your forehead, you know you wouldn't trade his chaotic attempts for a five-star chef.

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Should I start making fics? They would prob be Sanji,Sanemi and JJK fics.

Should I?

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[k1yooo]

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘼𝙇𝙋𝙃𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙄 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙕𝙐𝙂𝘼𝙒𝘼

MDNI | +18

AFTERCARE - Sanemi is surprisingly solid at aftercare once the high fades. He’s rough during, but afterward he’ll clean you up, toss a shirt over you, and stay close, grumbling the whole time while making sure you’re not hurt. He’ll hold you if you need it, but expects the same back; he’s not great at soft words, so it’s mostly actions and quiet presence.

BODY PART -

His own: the scars across his chest and arms. He’s hyper-aware of them and gets a dark satisfaction when someone touches them without flinching.

Yours: thighs and neck. He loves the way your thighs squeeze around him and the way your pulse jumps under his mouth when he bites.

CUM - He likes marking. Prefers finishing on skin (stomach, chest, thighs) more than inside at first, then watching it drip. When he does finish inside, he’s possessive about it and doesn’t pull out right away. He’s messy and unapologetic about it.

DIRTY SECRET - He has a thing for being called “Hashira” or “Shinazugawa-san” in bed when he’s already deep in it, something about the formality mixed with the filth gets under his skin harder than pure dirty talk. He’ll never admit it out loud.

EXPERIENCE - Highly experienced. Years of one-night stands and rough encounters mean he knows exactly what he’s doing. Technique is solid, stamina is better, and he can read a body fast. Emotional intimacy is the part he’s still clumsy with.

FAV POSITION - Missionary with your legs over his shoulders or pinned under him so he can watch your face, and doggy when he wants to go harder and hold your hips. Anything that lets him control the depth and angle.

GOOFY - Not really. He’s intense and focused. Dry, sharp comments or a low smirk when you make a noise he likes, but actual humor is rare mid-act. Afterwards he might tease you about how loud you were.

HAIR - Neatly groomed down there. The white hair on his head stays wild no matter what. Carpet mostly matches the drapes.

INTIMACY - He’s better at physical intensity than soft romance during sex. Eye contact is intense when he allows it; otherwise he buries his face in your neck. The real intimacy shows in the way he stays after and the rare, quiet “you’re mine” that slips out.

JERK OFF - Does it when he’s stressed or after a hard mission. Usually in the bath or late at night. Sometimes he thinks about a specific person and ends up lasting longer than he meant to.

KINK - Marking/biting (leaving bruises and hickeys), light breath play, restraint (him holding you down), and a strong praise kink mixed with degradation. He likes being told he’s good at it almost as much as he likes calling you filthy things.

LOCATION - His room at the corps barracks (door locked), outdoors after a mission when the adrenaline is still high, against a wall, or anywhere private enough that he can still hear if someone approaches. Public risk turns him on more than he’ll admit.

MOTIVATION - Fighting and surviving first. After that: the smell of your skin, the sound of your breath hitching, seeing you marked by him, and the rare moments you push back or challenge him. Blood and danger still amp him up.

NO - Anything that involves real harm, non-consent, or using his past trauma as a weapon in bed. He also shuts down hard if you try to baby him or treat him like he’s fragile.

ORAL - Excellent at giving. He is focused, thorough, a little mean with teeth and suction. Prefers receiving when he’s already worked up; he’ll grip your hair and guide without being cruel about it. He likes the control either way.

PACE - Starts rough and fast more often than not, especially if he’s been wound tight. Can slow down into something heavier and deeper if the mood hits, but “gentle” is not his default setting.

QUICKIE - Loves them. He’s good at making a five-minute wall fuck feel like it counted. Does them often when time or privacy is limited.

RISK - Yes. He’s game for trying new things as long as it doesn’t cross his hard lines. Public almost-getting-caught situations, new positions, light pain play. Hes more experimental than he looks.

STAMINA - Very high. Can go multiple rounds if he’s in the mood, and his recovery time is short. First round is usually the fastest and roughest; later ones get more controlled and last a little longer.

TOYS - Owns very little. Might use simple restraints or a blindfold if the mood strikes, but he prefers his hands, mouth, and body. Toys on a partner are fine if you bring them; he doesn’t reach for them first.

UNFAIR - Extremely. He teases until you’re shaking. He likes watching you get desperate almost as much as the actual sex.

VOLUME - Low and rough. Growls, curses under his breath, the occasional sharp “fuck” when it feels especially good. He gets louder when he’s close or when you do something that surprises him. Prefers you loud so he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

WILD CARD - He has a soft spot for morning sex when you’re still half-asleep and warm. It’s one of the few times he’s noticeably gentler, and he’ll stay wrapped around you longer afterward than he normally allows.

X - RAY - Lean, heavily scarred muscle. Thick cock, average-to-above length, heavy. Veiny, flushed dark when hard. He’s not shy about it once clothes are off, he knows what he’s working with.

YEARNING - High sex drive, especially after combat or stress. He doesn’t always act on it (discipline and trauma get in the way), but when he does, it’s intense. Needs regular release or he gets even more irritable than usual.

Zzz - Doesn’t pass out immediately. Stays awake long enough to clean up and make sure you’re okay, then drops hard with an arm over you or you half on his chest. Sleeps deeply once he’s out.